Your figure fades into a silhouette,

But I hear you breathing.

I'm done believing.


The high schoolers were out of school early and were browsing the shops downtown in Oregon. Libby went through every little shop in town while the boys stood outside clowning around with one another. The weekend was officially here and the teens couldn't wait to get started! Libby came out of the store unsatisfied that she didn't find anything interesting to bring home. The boys were standing around, Marty leaning against the glass window no matter what the owner said, Clyde stood beside him sipping on some water, and Rocky stood in front of them. Libby pulled on Rocky's arm and placed it over her shoulder. Marty rolled his eyes and looked in the other direction while Clyde smiled at the two, continuing to sip on his water. Although it was getting warmer as June passed by Libby liked being underneath Rocky's arm or in his arms. Soon they all decided to hit the pizza place before heading home but not without Rocky filling the two on what was going on.

"Hey, you know that fat kid, George, who they keep holding back from graduating middle school?" Rocky started, pulling Libby closer to his side.

Rocky gained Marty's attention, "Yeah, I hate that guy."

"He beat up Sam," Rocky continued.

Marty raised his eyebrows, "No."

"Hey, you know when we were at Rollins, that crazy kid chased me across the field and cracked my head open with a bat." It was quiet between the four for a few seconds before Clyde admitted this to the group.

Libby looked over Rocky's form to stare at her brother Clyde, he told her he was joking around with the boys on the bleachers and slipped hitting his head on the metal bench. She wondered why he never told her that part but she was aware that George bullied Clyde for having parents of the same sex but she did not know that he also got violent with her brother!

Marty smirked, "Finally, an explanation," He shoved Clyde's head while taking a bite out of his pizza.

Rocky laughed biting into his slice.

Clyde rolled his eyes, "Yeah anyway...he's a real pig."

"I say we smoke that ham!" Marty announced.

Rocky laughed, "Yeah? Make some ham sandwiches?"

Libby stayed silent as she watched people in town walk around all jolly like, she held onto her backpack straps looking down as she walked. She did not care for George at all and it made a small smile appear on her lips as she listened to her friends go on about what they should do with George.

"Pork chop-ify him. Spam-icize him," Clyde added his mouth full of pizza.

Marty now lead the way as the three friends trailed behind him, Rocky walked in between Clyde and Libby.

"Link sausage-ize him!" Rocky suggested smiling at Clyde before bumping his hip with Libby's.

Marty yelled from in front of the group, "Squeal, piggy! Squeal!"

Libby cracked open her Dr. Pepper that was in a glass bottle and took a long gulp.

"No. Screw that guy," Clyde said.

Marty smirked glancing at Clyde, "You'd really like to do that, wouldn't you, Clyde?"

Libby gave Marty a dark glare and before she could do anything Rocky spoke up.

"You're projecting, Marty."

"Projecting?"

It was Libby's turn to smirk, "That's when you say something that someone else...You say that they want to do, when you're the one who wants to do it."

Marty looked at the two before shrugging his shoulders, "No, no, no. That's good. That's good."

Rocky started walking before the three now his backpack against his head but Marty pulled his arm back, "Hold up, Rocky. Back up. I got something for you. Just a little..." Clyde and Libby knew where this was going and watched as Marty shoved his fist into his pocket and pulled it out to punch Rocky in the arm.

"Oh, you son of a bitch!" Rocky groaned leaning over to hold his arm.

Marty replied smugly, "I was just projecting."

Rocky finally stood up waving his arm around, "You asshole!"

Marty didn't reply as he happily continued eating his slice, Libby waved her fingers at him sipping from her bottle.

"Later," Clyde yelled.

The friends let out a loud laugh as Rocky threw his hand up in the air crossing the street.


Night time flew around quicker than expected, Libby was known for either staying in for the whole weekend or partying three days straight. She's a very unpredictable young lady, the nurse was here for the weekend like always so Libby didn't have to worry about Ms. Deborah. The boys wanted to go to the waterfall tonight and cruise around in Marty's mother's jeep all night which was cool for them. Libby sat in the backseat behind Rocky and next to Clyde, she shared a beer with her god brother her body slouched and her legs thrown over Clyde's lap. Marty and Rocky were in the front sharing a joint and sipping on their own beers, they were having a grand time on this Friday night.

"So, what do you say?" Rocky asked his eyes half open.

Marty smirked, "I think it's a totally wild plan."

Rocky laughed, "It's also the only plan my brother would agree to."

Snorting Marty answered, "He's just a little fucking Gandhi, isn't he? Like a fucking white Martin Luther King."

"All we need now is a boat," Rocky stated before placing his lips onto the joint.

Clyde leaned forward, "Hey, my neighbor's got a boat in her back yard that she never uses."

That much was true, the lady wouldn't realize the boat would be gone. Mrs. Mitchell spent most of her time inside of the house, she couldn't leave the house for some strange reason. Clyde and Libby could never figure it out, even if the lady knew her boat were gone she couldn't come after them if they got caught.

"Does the mean you're in?" Rocky asked hoarsely.

Libby yawned, "Do you actually think he'll go for it?"

"Oh, please. George'll get a hard-on as soon as he picks up the phone. Rock will throw on some of that "sweet boy" charm of his. Kid's desperate. Stupid. It's human nature." Mary patted Rocky's chin as he explained to Libby why George would definitely go for it.

Rocky grinned, "All I know is, is I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it."

The boys laughed but of course Marty had to be a smart ass about it. He turned to Libby who had her eyes out the window watching gallons of water free falling.

"Libby will take care of that hard on for you, I'm sure."

Libby cut her eyes to Marty's cold green ones, "Fuck off Marty."

Marty snorted turning to Rocky, "Is she taking care of your hard on's Rock?"

Clyde did not want to hear this, "Marty man can you just cut the shit for tonight?"

"She didn't have any experience when she was with me. Now that she's with you, I'm sure she handles your junk well. You can thank me later."

Libby moved herself towards Marty reaching out to punch him in his jaw but Clyde grabbed onto her waist pulling her away from Marty's reach. She did however kick his chair making sure he would have bruises on his back for the next day. Marty knew how to push her buttons and Libby knew how to push his, she only pushed his when he pushed hers but she tried to be the bigger person. She didn't want to hurt Marty but for some reason Marty loved to be a jerk and Libby knew exactly why. Libby relaxed against Clyde's body finding her control, cautiously Clyde let go of her and she climbed out of his lap to stare back at the waterfall.

"You're a real dick, you know that?" Rocky concluded.

Marty shrugged, "Tell me something I don't know."

After a few moments of silence Rocky questioned, "Your mom don't need the car Saturday, does she?"

Marty stared forward as he smoked on his joint and bluntly answered, "The only thing my mom needs on Saturdays is Valium."

He passed the joint to Rocky who leaned his head back asking, "What do you think Clyde? Do we want to give Georgie Porgie a little taste of his own medicine? Huh?Be some good, clean fun, don't you think?"

Clyde smiled, "Yeah, he deserves it, doesn't he?"

Marty rested his hands on the steering wheel, "If there's one thing that can't be argued it's that that fat freak deserves whatever he's got coming to him."

He turned to Clyde his eyes glancing at Libby who sat chewing on her lips holding the joint out to him. Clyde stared down at the joint and looked back at Marty, "Dude, what'd I tell you?"

Marty rolled his eyes, "You don't smoke herb."

"Yeah, so get it outta my face."

Marty smiled at him and mumbled, "Faggot," Before placing the joint to his lips.

That's when the car got tense, Rocky and Libby glared at him as Clyde stared at him in disbelief.

Marty caught Rocky's glare and turned to Clyde, "Clyde-o, I'm just fucking with you. You're not a faggot, all right? OK? Fist bump?"

Clyde hesitated before pounding his fist against Marty's. He didn't like fighting his friends and he hated being mad at his friend but Marty didn't understand that Clyde always got shit for having gay parents like it was so wrong to have two people who love and raise him. It also ticked Libby off because she knew how Clyde felt about his parents and she loved her godparents no matter what, what gave Marty the right?

Marty turned around in his seat, "OK, zero kilter. Besides, I like your dads, Clyde I never knew any homosexual men personally until I met them. They're not so bad. Don't you think so, Rocky?" He finished adding a feminine tone to his voice.

That was enough for Clyde to climb out of the car slamming the door behind him. Rocky immediately climbed out of the car after Clyde and Libby almost did too but moved to sit on the center console and roughly grabbed onto Marty's cheeks, "I told you to stop doing that shit to him. I told you fix your attitude just because your home life is shitty doesn't mean you can get away with treating other people the way that you do. And then you wonder why we don't come to you for serious things because you always have to be a dick about it. People like that won't get anywhere, so get your shit together! And next time I won't be so nice about this, next time I'll use my Epee to take your tongue out and then make you eat it. Got that asshole?" She shoved his face backwards into the seat and snatched the joint out of his hands before climbing out the car.

Libby inhaled the herb watching as Rocky yelled, "It's B.S.! It's B.S.! Come on," Earning a smile from Clyde.

She moved over to the two boys wrapping an arm around Clyde's waist kissing his cheek and slapped Rocky on his backside as the joint was plucked from her lips by him. This waterfall was a calming place, she was glad that they all found it. It was exactly what the three needed to end their Friday night.

Tomorrow would be the day that the prank would be set in motion, so why did Libby not feel as excited as she should be?

She would soon find out.


A/N: Chapters for this story will be short and simple. What's on your minds? You will probably get another update sometime this week depending on when I have free time. There will be some more Rocky/Libby action next chapter hopefully. It's now officially starting to snow in my town and I decided to write this for you no matter how crappy it came out. I'll do better next time!

If I do not see you all tomorrow I hope you all have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!

-ALovelyEccentricSoul xXx